"James Potter! Get your blood ass back here NOW or else!" screamed the angry redhead who was chasing him around the yard.

The boy in question stopped instantly, not because of the threat, but because of the way that she had said it.

"You just said 'bloody ass'. What the hell is that? You never . . . oomph!"

James never got to finish his sentence, as he was tackled by a petite redhead. They rolled for a while then came to a stop with Ryan, the redhead, straddling James' stomach.

"If only I had some cake, then this would be perfect."

Ryan got a far off look while she remembered when they had first met. Ryan's family had just moved into their new house. Their neighbors had a little boy around Ryan's age and they had been invited over for the boy's birthday party. Ryan walked up to a group of boys and asked if she could play with them because she didn't want to play dolls with the rest of the girls. One boy with messy black hair started to make fun of her saying that she wasn't really a girl if she didn't play with dolls. Ryan ignored him and one of the other boys asked what her name was. She innocently answered "Ryan Peyton", and the first boy started to laugh again. "So you are a boy because Ryan is a boys name." Ryan loved her name so this made her extremely mad. "I'll show you who's a boy" she muttered and tackled him, both rolling down a hill. They came to a stop right next to the table with a huge cake in the shape of a 4 on it with Ryan sitting on the boy's stomach. She didn't even know his name. Ryan did the first thing she could think of and stuck her hand in the bottom part of the four and shoved it in the boys face. Then, for good measure, she stood up and shoved a bit down his pants.

She smiled in remembrance. She had only learned his name and the fact that it was his party when both their mothers had started yelling. Both their dads had been to busy laughing to say anything. Ryan and James had been inseparable since that day and the cake thing had been a long standing joke with them.

"But that's not the point. Moving on, how the hell could you not tell me!?!?! It's only a HUGE lie that you have been telling me for the past seven years. How could you not tell me that you can do magic? That I can do magic?"

"I couldn't tell you, they made me promise to keep my mouth shut! At the time you didn't know that you were a witch or that you were adopted. You know I would never willingly lie to you R.P.!"

James was starting to sound desperate now. He hated it when Ryan was mad at him, she was like his sister. They had been best friends and inseparable since age four.

Ryan could feel herself softening toward James. He was the one person that she could never stay mad at. Especially when he called her by her nickname. He was the only one besides her daddy, well her adoptive daddy she though, that called her R.P., just like she was the only one to call him J.J. Ryan loved her name. Ryan Peyton Alyssa Kahlyn Kogan. But no one called her by her full first name unless she was in trouble., which is why she loved her nickname so much. It was as close to her full name as it got.

"I'm not mad, just promise no more secrets from each other."

"Promise. We'll always . . .". Once again James didn't get to finish his thought, this time because his and Ryan's mothers came outside.

"Well now isn't this an interesting position to be found in?" Mrs. Potter said. Then she and Mrs. Kogan walked off. They were too use to seeing Ryan and James in positions like this to care. It was nothing new for them and they meant nothing by it.

Ryan turned back to James. "Promise me. No more lies or secrets. Ever."

"Promise," James replied. "We'll tell each other the truth no matter what and we'll share everything."

And they did. Never again did Ryan or James lie to teach other. But little did they know that some of the promises that they were going to make each other before going to school would come back to haunt them. Especially with their new friends.